Sangster Game Of Thrones Novels & Stories

) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah *This will be updated as more characters are introduced.

The Wraithe said testing out it's new host "Moira Turner Do get ready to Die!." With a devious smirk plastered across her face the new Bree Turner picked up herself and began her hunt. †† Nike Her head buzzed and the bonds she had tugged at her causing a faint smile to aster across her face *What's on?" Ven asked whilst stuffing his face "Seems our Friend has found a host" she said with anticipation "The games have begun!"

It seems she looks like me I drop the picture and wanted to go out only to see Xander standing by the entrance I freeze on my spot,Anger was clearly written in his expression Not up to a Minute,Tears started pouring from the eyes I stretch my hands in order to wipe his tears "Dont touch me😡"He said angrily but used my thumb to wipe his tears He threw a flower Vase on the floor then I flinched "Xanderr "Keria go out,Pls just go..I dont wanna see you. Leave now !"He shouted

They were his allies in this game, and together, they would execute the plan flawlessly. Little did Horacio know that he was walking into a carefully orchestrated trap. Max had meticulously planned every move, every conversation, to manipulate him and expose his true colors. It was a game of psychological warfare, and Max was determined to emerge as the victor. The night wore on, and Max's mind buzzed with anticipation. The stage was set, and the battle had begun. He would navigate through the intricate twists and turns of this revenge, leaving Horacio shattered in his wake. With a renewed sense of purpose, Max raised his beer and proposed a toast to friendship and loyalty. His friends clink

“Kat, I have a suggestion. How about you and I start a different game? I took a breath, then turned to see his face. — What game do you suggest? “It's in my room. His dark eyes gleamed seductively. — come and have a look. “Oh, that game. My heart sped up. He was going too fast. Despite her clothes, well-groomed appearance and accent, I still hadn't accepted the role of Dhiraj. I narrowed my eyes. “You find me easy. He smiled. “You have a delightfully dirty mind. I was talking about a board game. Perplexed, I said: "A board game?" His eyes sparkled. “Trust me, you'll like it. Nav studied Kat's face closely. Would she agree? he had stayed disappointed that she had fled at night, but would cert

The battlefield roared around them, a storm of steel and blood. The fortress burned, its stone walls crumbling beneath Sienna’s relentless siege. Yet, in the midst of the chaos, Elior saw nothing but her. Sienna stood at the edge of the ruined courtyard, her crimson cloak snapping in the wind. Her blade, sleek and dark as midnight, dripped with fresh blood. Shadows curled around her, shifting like living things, hungry and waiting. She met Elior’s gaze with a smirk, tilting her head as if amused by his approach.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

she gestures around "…all of this was built on my blood and sweat, and I won't let you throw it away just like that." "Right, it sure was built on enough blood," I remark and stand up "Fine, I see your 'sacrifices'. But I just need to know one thing, why does the person I get married to matter so much to you? She's kind and smart enough, she's amiable…I don't get it." "You stupid fool. How short-sighted are you? How blind are you to these blood-sucking leeches? It seems like your thinking has been cut short from being around her," she bites.

All virgins. All purchased. All about to be handed over to the cult for their sick, depraved games. I shake my head hard, trying to erase the memory of their faces from an hour ago. But it doesn’t work. Nothing fucking works. “Where are they?” I had asked David earlier, another one of my men in charge of shipments. “Over here, boss.” He led Cameo and me deeper into the docks after we arrived from my place. Torchlights flashed against metal. The container doors were dragged open. And then muffled and desperate screams followed. Dirty gags stuffed into trembling mouths.